Monday, November 3, 2008

U.S.History

Here's the FLIPSYDEsong:

[Verse 1]Hustlin's in my blood my father's name is Britain

His history consisted of robbery killin' and pimpin Filthy rich and the biggest killer that you ever seen Once I'm older I'm takin' over ima be king I was locked up in jail when he got the new land Opened his cells I guess that's how the story began First mission was to clear it out and claim it as mine Indigenous people were peaceful it took no time Great grandmother Africa was blind and disabled Sons was traitors we played divide and conquer invaded Sold her children into slavery and profited quick Started makin' side deals and that's how I got rich Daddy Britain found out and tried to put me in check He don't understand I'm a man and I deserve some respect Tried to bring it to me but I play for keeps and I won Still my daddy but you ain't the only man with a gun More money More problems little brother is wild They call 'em The South he's country with a big ass mouth Tried to show 'em new business but he don't wanna change I love 'em but I knew eventually I'd blow out his brains I'm America!

[Verse 2]Me and my daddy still cool and my uncles is with us France Russia and Italy and we all killas But it's this nigga named Germany that's out of control Rollin with Japan and Turkey and them niggas is bold Started fuckin' with my uncles and we all went to war Uncle France damn near died at the tip of his sword When the smoke cleared we won let 'em retreat Shoulda' killed 'em cause they knew they had us close to defeat Kicked it off again 20 years later it was on This time my uncle Italy traded and he was gone I was neutral when Japan hit me guess that he knew I aint gone' let my family fight without me jumpin' in too Woulda' lost if I didn't hit Germany's weapon supply Kamikaze Japanese was always ready to die Dropped atomic bomb let them niggas know that it's real Speak soft with a big stick do what I say or be killed I'm America!

[Verse 3]I'm racin' with my uncle Russia we the ones with the guns He supported the North so I rolled with South Vietnam Thought it would be easy but almost 60 thousand died They was harder than Korea so we ran for our lives It's a family called the Middle East and they got bread Sellin' oil they don't cut me in then off with their head I got a nephew named Israel that's right in the middle Pay his allowance as long as he can dance to my fiddle I had a patna' named Iraq gave 'em weapons and money Nigga started getting' power and he start actin' funny Saudi Arabia's cool gotta son Bin Laden I was trainin' his soldiers to go against the Russians and stop 'em Then he tried to say I need to take my soldiers and cut Gave 'em the finger that's when he flipped and blew my shit up I took it to 'em, and then I took it back to Iraq and if you ain't my blood brother you gonna be flat onyo' back The sons of Africa just invented this shit called rap Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' their heads on flat Built an empire quick and it might not last But I bet I go down in history as the one that smashed I'm America!